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This weekend:
  • I'm headed to God's Waiting Room.  This will be my first time in Florida, for some furniture shopping and off-season, thunderstorm-soaked fun.  Let's see if this state is as crazy as it seems.
"I'm not a state, I'm a monster!"
  • Wish I was going to be in Toronto this weekend, to cheer on the Jays as they fight the Yankees for first place in the AL East, though if I see another hilarious "1 BJ beats 9 Yanks" shirt, I am going to scream.  Aside from that, the whole city lights up when the Jays play well; it's been a really fun summer so far, and I look forward to some games in October, boys!
  • This article in The Atlantic makes some important points about how we learn, and the concept of "trigger warnings".  Are we North Americans really so fragile? 
  • If you're feeling happy, and want to shed the feeling immediately, read this in the New York Times.  Then again, you should read it regardless.  The LEAST we can do for the Yazidi victims of this outrage is let them share their stories.  After that, it's time to mobilize some political forces.
  • After reading that Times article, you'll need a drink.  May I humbly suggest this cocktail, made from Prosecco and lemon gelato.  Perfect for a sweltering summer day.
Have a happy weekend!
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